I finally saw Jamie in a dream
 He was standing in front of his 
dad’s house, poised to leave, 
 leaning against a long shiny 
black Cadillac
 The house was like a black 
and white wedding cake, 
 double-decker, balcony 
trimmed with lace and white 
 lilies, and those strands of 
imitation pearls that can be big 
 and tiny. His dad was 
Bella Lugosi wedding Dracula
 awkwardly seeing him off in a tux
with tails, everything shining 
 joke black and white, against joke
green grass and blue sky
 The whole scene 
was a wedding funeral, Jamie 
 was waiting for his wife 
to come downstairs and 
 get in the car
I know you’ve been
 a few places
I know
 you’ve been back
from them
 Those places look
joke black in my mind
 They must feel joke black
sometimes. Like an inky
 cartoon spider web
The most perfect and
 frightening. The dark appeal
of a quill, with the sharp
 point
Getting older is just when 
 things start getting realer and
closer to home
And one day
 you never come
back
